X-Posted with LJ:
We got turned down for an apartment due to Joe’s credit.
Turns out, he has a judgment from Los Angeles County for the accident we had back in 2004 when we didn’t have car insurance. Bad us, I know. But we were broke and we have since rectified that issue. $1602. We never even knew. About anything. I don’t know what to do.
I am so … frustrated. Angry. Irritated. And done. I’m not looking at any more apartments. We’ll make do where we are, even if we have to turn our dining room into our bedroom. I can’t handle getting turned down again or having to give a bazillion dollars for a deposit. I just can’t do it.
Also, it turns out, my POS insurance benefits had a $20 co-pay on ER docs that aren’t regular staff. And now, it’s on Joe’s credit. Twenty fucking dollars for SEVEN YEARS. I am so angry about this, I can’t even tell you. I sent the following email to both my HR people:
I know that we are changing insurance companies, but before we lose touch with AmeriHealth, I have a bone to pick. In November of 2004, my husband needed to go to the emergency room. We were seen, he was treated we left. Now, almost 15 months later, I find that there has been a negative credit item reported to the credit reporting agencies for a $20 co-pay for the ER doctor. I had no idea that there was such a thing in our benefits. And now, my husband has a negative mark against him on his credit report. For $20. I am taking this up with all involved - the hospital and the collection agency that represents them, but I can not believe that we were not informed of a $20 co-pay on ER visits for doctor's who are not "regular hospital staff". How in the world are we to know who staff is and who is not? Ask so that we can say, "No thank you - we need a staff member to treat us." That's hardly acceptable. Now, for whatever reason, be it miscommunication with regards to what our benefits entailed or AmeriHealth not processing items correctly or whatever, my husband has to have this negative item on all 3 credit reports for 7 years.
Asshats. All of em.
Dammit. I really loved that apartment. Oh well. I’m done. I just can’t handle this right now.
So, I release the apartment~ma into the ether.
And also, a few tears of anger and frustration.